Panic

I been in my motherfucking head bitch
I been tryna find a way to climb out of this hell since
I was in the prison I created for myself in
Solitary system shaking I would not befriend them
Desperate to dependence
You poser
Chemical exposure
My brain it taking over
All these little bitches they been tryna get me closer
Keep your composure
Kill for the closure
You don't know yuh
You don't know yuh

Drag me down to the blood-dome
Have a neat fit while I'm seeping through the ozone
Yuh
Psychedelic syndrome
Cut my own throat taking rips of the trichomes
I know Ima die before I see my mind go up
Ay Ay
How fucking long you been stuck
Ay Ay
How fucking long you been crying and dying to fuck
Trying to find my way out of this rut
My mind is useless so I'm giving up

Wear the mask of a man with a plan not even began
Face blank
Floating but I sank in the green bank
I'm back off track I don't wanna go I don't wanna pack
Alone is a show and the rest is an act
Throw myself at a matter of fact
Solo tripping in my void I'm trapped
Can't think just react
Extract to distract
Keep my brain in tact
Dummy outside inside transact
Something inside twined map
All outside unconscious scrap
I'm bound by bodiless straps decay
In pain
Decay
In pain, in pain all the time



Credits
Writer(s): Francis Whittemore
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